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Silco ran his cold fingers along your cheek as you had placed your silly little puppy head on his knee. He wasn’t fully blessing you with all of his attention for he had some papers to work through, even if he had to work, he never told you to leave from his side. 

No, such a small pup would not disturb his focus from the work,, at least not usually.
You were feeling rather restless on that day, usually it was manageable and you could just brush it away for the time being when your beautiful owner had to work, but today was particularly difficult.

It started by you shuffling your legs a little, it was hard to find a comfortable position. 

You tried your best to not disturb the man’s peace too much but it was turning out to be impossible as a little whine slipped out of you right before another. It was embarrassing, you didn’t want to be a bother.
Silco raised his brow a little to your whine, but didn’t yet part his eyes from the documents of the matters of the Zaun. “What is it pup?” he asked in his calm, comforting voice.
You looked up to him, unable to put it to words what indeed was up with you. So you whine again.
His eyes finally turn to you as his hand moves to pet your hair, “Use your words, puppy” he notes and sets the papers down softly.
You shuffle, embarrassed of having bothered his work, “I am not sure, it’s,, it’s hard to relax” you muster quietly as your soft peepers meet with Silco’s gaze. Your legs shift again, it was exciting to you. To see Silco look at you from that kind of angle, even if he never would have treated you rough,, sometimes you wondered what it would feel like?

Silco let out a soft mm as he leaned back, creating a distance between you and him, but not withdrawing his hand. “Would you like a pillow?” he asked thoughtfully, maybe he thought it was hard for you to relax since the floor was too hard under your knees, but no. 

Your knees were fine.
Ah it was so frustrating to feel his slender fingers brushing through your hair, you couldn’t take it any more!

You stood up and gave Silco a frustrated but a little flustered look as you stepped closer to sort of sit down on Silco’s lap but not quite. You were half sitting on his knee with your hands on each one of the arm rests of the chair. You gave Silco a soft, bothered look as you rolled your hips softly, grinding your bits against the knee underneath you. A soft, involuntary whine slides out of your closed mouth as you do it again with more purpose than the first one. Soon you’re just too far gone, still slowly but surely grinding your frustration away, whining and taking turns in avoiding Silco’s gaze and seeking for it. Oh how bad dog you were being, this is not what you were supposed to do at all!

Silco almost looks surprised, but mostly he was just observant, letting you do what you wished. “Oh my” he noted and watched you whine and grind against his knee. “Was this what was bothering my puppy?” he asked, slowly raising his cool hand on your cheek to pet it with his thumb, but most importantly to turn your face towards his so you wouldn’t be able to escape his gaze. 

Your actions would have consequences.

You whine, now locking your eyes with Silco’s unable to turn your head away, unable to stop pleasuring yourself against his knee, unable to back away from wanting more,, You moan as the excitement joins your pleasure.
Silco studies the changes in your expression and breathes softly, “Go on” he encourages as your hips get faster, the chair creaks, joining to your whines that are slowly turning into moans. Your eyes start to close from the pleasure, ah you’re so close. You let more of your weight press you down to get better friction, it works and with a helpless creaky moan you finish. The part of your pants between your legs is hot, steamy and damp from your own doings.
You catch your breath for a while as your eyes open again, but only half way to gaze at the slightly blurry image of the man before you. Oh how he was so beautiful, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb now brushing over your bottom lip.
“Such a good puppy” he says warmly, not seeming bothered for the slightest to have you mess up part of his pants.

“Up” he commands with a firmer tone.

You open your eyes wide from the surprise and stand up. Did you do something wrong? You stand there, wet spot on your pants, embarrassed to be in full display at such a time and embarrassed in case you did do something wrong.

Silco just looks at you for a moment before he places his hand on your lower stomach and applies a bit of pressure, pushing you back towards the desk. “Down” he commands.

You look behind you before sitting on the edge of the desk before laying on your back, oh no. He could see everything! You press your knees together as an embarrassed whine slips out of you again.

Silco takes a hold of your pants and pulls them down, all the way off of your legs and then moves your legs further apart from each other. He looked at the warm, wet bits before him. The enlarged clit standing in attention still from the grind.
He slid his cold hands upwards along your inner thighs until the other one reached your fuzzy bits, softly sliding his thumb along your clit, all the way to its tip and then sliding it back, stretching the skin back and revealing more of the sensitive tip for the cool air in the room.

You twitch from the cold and you twitch again from the fact that Silco was playing with you, studying your parts. It made you whine since you were still so sensitive post orgasm. “Silco it’s-” you were cut short by the ‘shh’ sound coming from the man’s lips.
“Dogs don’t speak” Silco stated and dragged his thumb along your clit again, this time circling your tip with it before pulling the skin back. You could feel something wet, something warm touching your tip. You can’t help but to gasp and moan as a pair of lips envelop your tip, sucking it gently as a warm tongue swirled around it, taking all the time it needed to study the shape of you.
Your legs shiver as you arch your back and moan amongst your whines.

Silco lifts his head away with a pleased ‘hm’ sound. You can hear him adjusting his position on the seat before his cool fingers start pushing into your wet hole, two of them. Two of them at the same time, the clash of your and his body temperature was electrifying as you could feel him pushing deeper, pulling out, pushing back in, curling his fingers and pressing them up towards your belly button. You whine and try to grab a hold of anything on the desk to brace yourself with, but it was no use. Only your fingertips made a soft squeaky noise as you tried to grip on the glossy surface of the desk.

“Good puppy. Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, curling his fingers again, massaging your perfect spot from the inside. Forcing you to squirm yet to try to keep perfectly still as you remembered your command, ‘Down’. 

You might have been a disobedient, ill mannered dog before, but you wanted so badly to be a good puppy for him. 

You wanted to please him, you wanted him to praise you, pet you, touch you, fuck you with his cold, slender, skilled 

and ah,, so long fingers. 

You moan softly as you do your very best to lay on the desk.

Silco seems pleased with you, “Answer, pup” he commanded, ah, you forgot he asked you a question. You whine and nod before opening your mouth, “It- mmhhnng,, It feels good,, ah,, Sir” you breathe with a shaky voice.

Silco smiles almost playfully as he leaned closer, “Puppies don’t speak” he reminded and invited your perky tip back into his mouth, licking it, sucking it in rhythm with his fingers fucking you so well.

You moan louder, even if you try to lay flat, your arm reaches above your head to grab the edge of the desk to hold onto as you do your very best to stay still.
The tongue feels so good on you, the slick and soft touches along with the suction that forces your terribly sensitive tip to reveal itself just to be licked again and again.
Your legs shiver, your body acts on its own as your heart pushes its will over your reason and you pet Silco’s head, run your fingers into his dark hair as you helplessly yelp and welcome your orgasm again.
He keeps going for a moment more before slowly sliding his fingers out and pulling his head up. His head turned so your hand can slide down, caressing along his scarred cheek before it laid down to rest against your own thigh.
He wiped his hand and mouth with a tissue before petting your lower stomach and lighting up a cigar, 

“Good puppy” 

he praised you again as he blew out a soft cloud of smoke.